This is a song about "School shoting"

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Every kid in the school yard

Blasting out some backyard